As I've been trying to go out a bit less to save money, I've begun reading again. I used to read loads of books, but adulthood obliterated that habit with its obligations and responsibilities. Happily, I have been able to carve out a few hours each week for books.

I am presently reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. It was written in 1999 and as much as I loathe using the expression, it's a coming-of-age book. I usually avoid these, as I found my early teenage years awkward enough without having to relive them in print.

However, Perks is pretty good. The narrator, Charlie, strikes me as autistic or maybe way too cerebral. At times, it's hard to identify with him because he tends to dissect meaningful events in his life, whereas when I went through similar situations I retained very little details about them.

Or it could be that I have the memory of a goldfish. I've been accused of such in the past.

I'm not done with the book yet, but I'm amused by some of the early '90s references I've found. (The book takes place between 1991 and 1992.) Kurt Cobain is mentioned. I haven't thought about him in a long time. I will be moving some Nirvana onto my iPhone shortly. Probably all of In Utero.